i wrote this for my ap english class -

Pursuit of Happiness
I am what I am. In others’ eyes I am tall, brown, a girl, and or Hispanic. Nowadays being Hispanic is just like everyone else. Well not “EVERYONE” else, but most. To me I can design myself to be whom or what I want to be, something nobody else could ever be built like. I can adjust to every situation without hesitation I am “HUMAN”.
I am a New Yorker; I have the walk, talk, and attitude. But since I live in Florida I had to adjust to this type of life. Where being untrue is how they roll, where girls talk about others; it’s just how they do it here. I may be “different” for not wanting to be part of this life style. I hope you’re not offended by my bluntness, but that’s how I feel. Others like me are just trying to reach the “American Dream” without being caught up in the drama even though it does follow.
I am one to get along with everyone and anyone; the one with the brightest of smiles. That makes everyone laugh when their down. “She got a smile that can light up the darkest of rooms” Julio Morales told me that about me. This is a person who sees me for who I am and doesn’t look at me as a child but an equal.
I have many scars; but to me this gives off that I have character and gives you a glimpse of what I’ve lived even if it isn’t much. I’m never afraid to speak my mind, because a closed mouth doesn’t get fed, and I have flaws. I’m not afraid to show my true color. I am me whether you approve of me or not, frankly I could care less.







P.S: happiness isn’t given you must pursuit it.